I have heard that once a priest was consoling a widow. He said feelingly about her dead husband that he was a man of principle.
That he was, sighed the widow. Every Saturday night for these twenty years the poor man would come home and faithfully hand me his pay envelope - that he never missed doing. Of course the envelope was always empty, but mind you, he was loyal to the principle of the thing.
That he was, sighed the widow. Every Saturday night for these twenty years the poor man would come home and faithfully hand me his pay envelope - that he never missed doing. Of course the envelope was always empty, but mind you, he was loyal to the principle of the thing.
The world is already much too burdened with principles and persons who are men of principles. No more principles are needed.
